Until Your Last Breath

Peyton Grey was just an ordinary girl. Well, an ordinarily invisible girl. All through her primary and secondary school life, she was bullied, picked on, and shot down by every male body in the city of London, England. Her parents - split. Her friends - nonexistent. There is only one person in this whole world that can make her feel safe and at home, and that is her best friend, Harry. They've been attached at the hip for as long as they could remember, and whenever she's with him, she feels complete. He says he'll be here for her forever, but her world is flipped upside down after one simple event changes the course of history. Will they rekindle the love between them, or will the incident make them question, "Will you be here until my last breath?"


5. Confessions

Harry's POV:
I had done it. I finally told Peyton that I was leaving. The only problem was, she didn't say anything. She just stood there, with her expression hard and her eyes watering. Not a word left her mouth, as hung open as it was. I of all people knew that when Peyton didn't speak, she was hurting. "Peyt? Are-are you ok," I asked, trying to get some response from her. A single tear slid down her face, and I could almost her heart crumbling to pieces. She was panting now, trying to catch her breath. She looked up at me, more tears flowing from her crystal blue eyes. "Wh-What? Are you serious?," she stuttered. Seeing her upset like this was horrible, but what could I do? "Look, I know that it looks bad now, but it will get better. I won't be gone forever," I said, trying to calm her down. A smile formed on her lips, "Harry, you don't get it! I'm not crying because I'm upset! I'm crying because I'm happy!" She threw her arms around my neck, hugging me so tight, I thought she would break me. She wasn't mad, she was ecstatic! I hugged her back, relieved that the situation had not gone awry.

Peyton's POV : After Harry broke the news to me, we both headed inside to eat with his mum and stepdad. I had a really great time, although I knew that this could be the last time we have a dinner together like this. We all laughed, smiled, and cried, thinking back to all the memories of my and Harry's upbringings. It felt nice to have somewhere to call home, and it took my mind off of some of the not-so-fantastic events going on in my life. When we were done, Harry took me upstairs, saying he had something to show me. To be honest, I was not in the mood for anymore surprises. We entered his room, and he led me over to the window, opening it wide enough for him and I to step through. "Harry, what are you doing," I asked as he stuck one of his legs out of the opening, resting it on the outstretched roof under it. "Just c'mon. Trust me, you'll love it." I took his hand, clinging to him for dear life as we eased onto the roof.
We inched to the center of the patterned shingles, and I followed Harry's actions to lie down on my back. "Ok, now look up," he instructed, and I listened. Up above us were thousands, millions of twinkling specks of light, crystallizing the vast sky. Constellations of stars drew pictures across the pitch black canvas. It was breath taking. My smile spread from ear to ear as I figured out why Harry had brought me up here. He gave me a nudge, and like he had read my mind, said, "You remember how when we were younger, and we used to watch scary movies in the living room. You'd always jump at the creepy parts, so you'd hide your face in my chest while we shared a blanket. You were so cute when you were scared," he noted, "Then once the movie ended, we'd sneak off to my room, crack open the window, and escape up here. We'd spend hours talking about silly things, telling stupid jokes, and being our complete selves." My heart fluttered at the memory.
"I remember how it would always make me feel better, and sometimes, I would let you pick a scary movie. That way, we could come up here and stare at the stars afterwards. There's just something about them, it makes me feel safe," I said. He looked at me, taking my hands in his. "That's it. That right there. When I'm gone, I don't want you think about missing me, or the times that we had. I just want you to think of this. How it makes you feel. How I make you feel," he whispered the last words, his eyes going deep into mine.
I was suddenly unable to stop the giggles from passing my lips. He raised an eyebrow, "What's so funny?" I controlled my laughter, "Nothing, it's just, I remember one time when we were up here, and you told my you had a huge crush on Maddy Preston." He covered his face with his hands, his cheeks beginning to turn a bright pink. "Stop! It's not funny! I was only nine," he exclaimed from behind his masking palms. "You were pretty persistent for a nine year old. How many times did you ask her out? Sixteen?" He moved his hands, his eyes now wide with shock. "I DID NOT ASK HER OUT SIX TEEN TIMES! It was closer to ten," he protested, causing my laughter to multiply in size. "Ok, Harry. What ever you say," I said, satisfying him.
He met my eyes, with a slight smile on his face, "Oh, come on. You can't say that you never had a crush on someone completely out of your league." I looked at him, returning the smirk. "When did I say I didn't?" It was like a light went on in his mind. "You did? How come you never told me? Who was it? Tell me," he pried, sounding like a child. Now my cheeks where the ones turning red. I had never told him who I liked, because the only boy I liked, was him. And lets face it, Harry's about as out of my league as he can get. I turned away from him, focusing my attention back on the sky. I pointed to a star formation, "Oh, that one looks like an ice cream cone!" Harry's scoffed, "Oh, no, no, no. Don't try and change the subject, Peyton Isabella Grey." I raised myself from the roof, piercing my eyes into his. "Did you just use my middle name, Harold?" He held up his hands, trying to seem innocent. "I don't know what your talking about." I moved closer to him, "Oh, you're gonna pay for that."
I jumped at him, knocking him back, and wrestling him to the roof. He flipped me over without warning, pinning my hands above my head. I squirmed underneath him, "Let me go, Styles!" He smirked, "Not until you tell me his name!" I was powerless against his strong hold, and I knew Harry well enough to know, he wasn't going to let this go. I took a deep breath, "Fine, Harry. It was you. I had a crush on you." His grip loosened, and he let me go. His mouth hung open, and disbelief was spread across his face. "Wait," he said, "are you serious? You really had a crush on me? For how long?" I put on a sheepish grin, "Yeah, for about eight years." He moved closer to me, his eyes locked on mine. The corners of his mouth rose up, "What if I told you that I had a crush on you, too?" Then I would have to jump off of this roof to make sure this was really happening. I moved closer. "I'd like that a lot." "Do you still have a crush on me now?" The space between us was barely existing, and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. "Why, yes, I do." He smirked, our faces now centimeters apart. "And what if I said I wanted to kiss you?" I smiled, "Then I'd tell you to do it." And with that, his lips met mine, molding perfectly into a long, soft, meaningful kiss.
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